Okay, I just have to say this, and it’s sexist and ageist and all the other -ists, but the single thing I am loving about Sarah Palin is that suddenly we are hearing the word “young” attached to “forty-four.” I’m forty-seven, y’all, and I gave up the idea of buying high-heeled red pumps from a brand labeled Naughty Monkey years ago. But apparently I am to have a second chance at youth. From Newsweek: “[Sarah Palin] is… a young woman—she is only 44…”
Only forty-four! It seems all those “over the hill” black balloons deployed at my fortieth birthday party were a bit premature. Point me to Zappo’s, baby, Del the MILF is ready for her comeback!
I know! Isn’t it wonderful? I’ll be turning 30 in January, and it’s nice to know that I’m still considered to be a young as I feel.
Forty is the new thirty, and fifty is the new forty, so I guess we’re all young. AlMod, you might as well still be in diapers. Or high school.
Age is a state of mind. I’m 22 inside.
LOL!
At my age I think of someone in their forties as still wearing disposable baby diapers and someone my age as having to depend on “Depends”.
Back around 1992/93, I heard Penn Jillette of Penn and Teller on the radio speculating why a recent Rolling Stone piece had referred to them as: “Young magicians Penn & Teller.”
When at the time, Penn was like 38 and Teller was like 45. And he finally concluded: Rolling Stone calls them young because they really don’t want to have to write: “Elderly rock star Keith Richards…”
(At the time, Clinton and Gore had just been elected, and they were both younger than any member of the Rolling Stones).
As the Boomers get older, and their strangehold on our culture contines, they’re going to keep revising their idea of what “old” is.
(With apologies to any perfectly nice boomers who may read this…)
Having recently celebrated my 40th myself, I am thrilled at the 40 is the new 30 phenomenon!
Of course she seems very young–a babe in the woods compared to John McCain!
(With apologies to any perfectly nice boomers who may read this…)
Like me, perhaps?
Or me. Although I was born on the Cusp.
The more I think about the shoes, y’all, the more strongly I feel that this woman is just an embarrassment. I mean, look at the freaking things. I wouldn’t wear them to a parent-teacher conference.